a cigarette for a thousand problems

I am the least difficult of women. All I want is boundless love.

[ohproserpine-deactivated2015053]

MEDEA : Tell me, How does it feel with my teeth in your heart?

Euripides, Medea (via yidan)

[purplebuddhaproject]

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

Albert Camus (via yidan)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I’ve always felt that I’ve written poetry more by not writing it.

 Elizabeth Bishop, from a letter to Robert Lowell  (via yidan)

[melisica]

[uponswallows]

melisica:

jordan eil

[yellowgelb]

[crunkwhore-deactivated20150521]

[sleepingtigers]

Filmed by my wovely girlfriend.

[uponswallows]

still one of my favorite things. hi me.

[maudit]

[likeawritingdesk]

you are the warm light at the end of a dark hall after 20 hours of travel

broken key in the lock and a stranger walks quickly towards you

you live in peonies and parades waving from floats to girls half your age, kissing the same place again and again but never saying

stay

you spend every day wishing for rain while the sun tries to bruise your  face

handsome like a movie star or dead president i dream that someone would assassinate

someone stole your manuscript and you never found it or even tried

(it was under my bed the whole time)

[sailingaugust]

My mother told me that my fingertips are long enough touch the moon, but soft enough to catch the stardust.

Fragments, #10 (via sailingaugust)

[sleepingtigers]

你是一个花 you are a flower

[moscowvsberlin-deactivated20140]

[uponswallows]

“Today, with a triple hangover, I slowly pedaled and pedaled my wobbly bicycle, like a mist, past a back alley that murmurs condolences.”

[nihil1666-deactivated20150727]

[threecanyons-deactivated2015071]

[writingsforwinter]

[softmilks]

mostly kneecaps and ribcages tho

[oscillates-deactivated20131121]

Our love comes back in the middle of the night. 

[paulwagenblast]

[swarov]

Cy Twombly - Poems to the Sea

[5000letters]

In a fit of fancy I believed that if I blew directly into your mouth I could grow in you and for you like a tree turned to an extra set of bronchi and every time you exhaled or inhaled I would be passing through your spaces, unnoticed but needed.